As the Groke lay on the ground, defeated, gasping for breath, she begins to
smile. The smile turns into a laugh, and further still into a sinister cackle!
She raises her 
    arms, waving invisible shapes into the air with increasing speed! Arctic
winds swirl around the area, keeping her safe from further harm and carrying
her back to her 
    castle in the frozen north.
After the winds die down, you notice a small box on the ground as well as the
Groke's coin purse!
City Guard shouts 'The Groke has vanished! Everything is back to normal